She is
there.
The light
she deranges
is her
as she is, her-
self, there,
where she bends
and frets the sun.
Rubens,
you got it right.
A body’s weight
is weightless
there
where
it is all
weight,
where
it warps
the air.
by David Kann
October 2012 | back-issues, poetry | 0 comments
She is
there.
The light
she deranges
is her
as she is, her-
self, there,
where she bends
and frets the sun.
Rubens,
you got it right.
A body’s weight
is weightless
there
where
it is all
weight,
where
it warps
the air.
by David Kann

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